Niamh let a small smile grace her full lips, glad Dylan couldn't see, as he was behind her still. "Okay, let's go, then," she said, waiting for Dylan to catch up to her side before walking.
She thought long and hard, in those few moments. She had been raised by her mother, for the most part, seeing as to how the marital strife between her parents had caused them to separate- both their marriage and their children. Niamh hadn't seen her brother since they were eight years old. For all she knew, he could be dead, and nobody would have alerted her to the fact.
Having been raised by her mother, she'd been given quite a few lessons in what not to do with boys, and she was sure that 'going into a forbidden forest at night' would be on that 'not to do' list. But Niamh, while still loving her mother, hated her mother as well, for what she'd done to cause the breakup between herself and her husband. It was something Niamh would never forgive her mother for, and that was partially the reason she didn't exactly care that she was doing something... well, forbidden.